The feeling of blood sliding across the skin is like being caressed by someone.

On the fifteenth level of the Spiral of Silence, Gwen raised her head and watched Igula's blood flowing down her arm. Suddenly, a strange thought crossed her mind - it turned out that his blood was also hot.

But this is not a good sign.

Igula was already seriously injured, and his life was in danger. The concentrated fire from the Black Feather Guards damaged most of his organs, and even broke several ribs, with one broken rib piercing a lung. If he hadn't been treated in time, he would probably be in hell now.

But even so, he was still in a negative state such as heavy blood loss. The treatment of the water therapy spirit was also based on the consumption of vitality. After experiencing such a serious injury, Igula lost at least a few years of life, and also exhausted all the vitality stored in his cells. Normally, he should immediately fall into hibernation for deep recovery.

Like when Ash was in Broken Lake Prison, every time his body was ruined, he would sleep well in the healer's bed before waking up.

The reason why the trickster was still conscious was because he had used his mind to deceive his body. Even if he suddenly passed out in the next second, his body had done its best for him.

But in order to pull Gwen up, Igula had to squeeze out the last bit of energy in his body. The wound that had just stopped bleeding burst again, and the muscles that had just healed were torn again. This tattered doll of his continued to drop cotton.

despair.

A drop of blood flowed down the back of his hand, across his knuckles and onto Gwen's face. This was the first drop, but not the last.

Soon, Igula's right hand turned into a bloody arm, and all the wounds on his arm and shoulder burst open. Although Gwen couldn't see it, the wounds on Igula's other parts, such as his left hand, chest, and waist, must have also burst open.

Gwen looked at Igula's bleeding right hand quietly without saying a word. Igula still held her arm tightly, his nails almost digging into her flesh, and he didn't say anything either.

Suddenly, Gwen pulled out the dagger from her waist. This was a gift from Ash, custom-made in Black Robe Town, with a walnut handle and a black steel blade. The blade was engraved with the name "Gwen" in shining gold. There was no surname, only the first name. Gwen liked this gift very much and was reluctant to use it.

However, she summoned a magic spirit with trembling hands, first cutting her already tattered pants, revealing her smooth and tight thighs, and then -

"What are you doing?"

"Losing weight," Gwen explained simply.

"It's meaningless." Igula said calmly, "If it was just a weight issue, you could spread your virtual wings and fly up. But not only can you not resist the downward force, but I can't pull you up an inch even with all my strength. It shows that what we are fighting against is not natural gravity at all, but a miracle that transcends reality."

"It makes sense." She said softly, "At least you don't have to pull me so hard."

"If I have something for you to do, I'll tell you." Igula said coldly, "Don't be so self-righteous. If you have nothing to do, just feel it and tell me if you feel anything unusual now."

Gwen closed her eyes and thought for a moment, then said, "...I feel like I'm in a waterfall, with an endless torrent washing over me...and the torrent is so thin, so thin that it seems to pass through my body..."

"I, I am like a drop of water in a stream."

Igula was silent for a moment, and suddenly asked: "You have the water therapy spirit, take a look at your body to see if there are any changes."

Gwen summoned the water therapy spirit and used the power of the water flow to search inside her body. After a while, she slowly shook her head, her voice a little dry: "I... didn't find anything wrong."

Igula looked at her for a long time, then lowered his eyelids and said, "That's good."

However, Gwen opened up the conversation: "Mr. Igula, I have always wanted to tell you a joke, but I haven't found the opportunity for a long time. I can't integrate into the topic as naturally as Mr. Ash."

Igulla said: "Of course, he is so stupid that he does whatever he wants."

"You know, there is only green in the dark night of Senluo, no moon, and no stars." Gwen said, "But I am an astrologer. Isn't it funny?"

A streak of blood slid across the corner of the trickster's mouth. Apparently, his internal wounds had ruptured, causing internal bleeding. However, the corner of his mouth rose, "You really don't have much talent for telling jokes."

"I only know about stars from books," Gwen said. "They appear in the dark night, twinkling and illuminating the earth, so that even the night is not dark; they form many patterns and many light bands, and the starry sky is much more beautiful than the daytime; there are even adventures like shooting stars, and making a wish to a shooting star can make your wish come true..."

"I envy you for still having such unrealistic fantasies at your age, although the last one is almost an unfounded urban legend." Igula said, "You will be disappointed."

"No." Gwen said, "Even if there is only one star in the night, I will be satisfied. When I was a child, I always felt that the night was so dark and so big, it was too lonely. Even if there was a star shining in the night, it would not seem so lonely."

“There must be many people like me, lonely at night looking at the dark sky. If there is a star to accompany us, we at least have a friend.”

"I think like this every night, and before I know it I summon the starlight spirit." Gwen turned her head and looked at the blue light spirit on her shoulder. "I always feel that I am not the only astrologer. There must be many people like me, looking at the empty black night with their eyes and thinking about the shining stars in their hearts."

Igula suddenly coughed twice, closed his mouth and throat and swallowed, and said in a hoarse voice: "Put it in order, and tell them this joke next time. I guarantee that Ash and Chikara will at least laugh."

Gwen stared at him blankly and said softly, "Don't swallow it back. Spit it out if you want to."

“I just think coughing up blood is too ugly,” Igulla said.

Gwen shook her head, exhaled a long breath, and said, "Actually, I lied to you just now. I feel some changes in my body. When the invisible torrent washes over my body, it is also constantly corroding me. Although I haven't changed yet, I may collapse after a certain critical point."

She whispered, "Just like water will melt into water."

"Yeah, I guessed that too."

"Did you guess it?"

"Who do you think you are? Who do you think I am?" Igula said coldly, "I am a fraudster. I can understand the other person's personality after spending half an hour with him. And you have appeared in front of me for more than a month. Do you think you have any secrets in my eyes?"